note to myself

- Make sure Mr.Peel doesn't go blue because of my absence.

(These days are just...the end and the beginning; difficult to write about because they have not yet been digested.)

- To send to my favourite philosopher what I've been keeping since Benedetti died...and blush after having done so.

- Reassure Mr., -once and again and all the times needed- that his maga is around, jumping clouds and leaving impressions at the margins. And there is no way he could ever be forgotten. Much more likely it is just me...neglecting to correspond.

(But hey, Mr. sure knows about that already.)